Friday, July 17, 2009

Poem composed on the fly

A huge Dubliners influence again. I hear Luke Kelly's and Ronnie Drew's voices in my head a lot when I write poetry now. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad.

One day as I was walking Down by the seaA girl with eyes of brownCame up and said to meHow'd you like to walk with me?And talk a bit of a while?How'd you like to come home with me?And get drunk in real style?

So I says to the pretty young lassLast night I got drunk off me assI threw up all in my bedAnd woke up with a poundin' in my headSo I don't feel like partakin' of the ale todaySo unless you want to get friskyYou can just go on your way

Says the lass to meYou're not a manA real man passes outGets upAnd does it all againYou can't take your liquor I am sureSo I'll bother you no more

Says I says I to the pretty fair maidNo more drinking will I do todayUnless you want me to throw up me bitsJust then the lassy showed me her titsSays I, I guess just a pint will doA half hour later and I'm pleasantly screwed

Oh cursed be the women, the devil to themFor they know what they can do to us menJust a flash of breastAnd we're doomed to HeckWith three childrenA mortgageAnd a rope round our necks